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StarDuster - Glory of the Umbral Avenger

My Father always told me to stand tall, this is my opportunity to do just that. [ This novel has been discontinued, a redux version of this series is currently in production. ] A glorious reign over the realm only to be hunted, a glorious return only to be haunted. Avery Hall had a fair share of experience when it came to the many layers of humanity. With the death of our real world in the future, everyone gets digitized and becomes... well, Immortal. To a degree. But how to do you spend immortality? Video Games... of course, with everything being digital... and with Hyper Advanced A.I... it's possible to create games that simulate what reality used to be like. Our story takes place in Starduster MMO, a fantasy based MMO game where the game's story is run mainly by player choice, with any choice being an important factor into anything. Our main point of view is Avery Hall, who specializes in the Sniper Class, a long range damage class that uses a Rifle. He is quite efficient at making use of all he has available, and is kind of a jerk. Avery also has been preventing the Progress of the game by holding on to a Key Artifact, other players find out about this and after a while decide they don't want him around anymore. While normally death lowers levels... his reputation is too low within the game and he gets banned, luckily he has a second account, as most V.I.P. users in the world do... Avery, swears to return the status quo, but maybe he'll be good this time... hopefully, habits take a long time to stop. So we join Avery's journey to get back to the top, just make sure he doesn't forget to properly transfer accounts.

BreathingMoon · 游戏
分數不夠
222 Chs

Steel & Ichor

Only... a few more.. to go...

My mind is wavering from the corpses that litter the field, Players do drop corpses for looting or whatever after death... Crimson wouldn't be bothered by this, but... ugh. The entire room is dyed red from the blood, wether most of it is from magic or natural cause. I'm low on Mana and Stamina, my heart is pounding away trying to fill my body with blood after all my wounds.

I never knew why the heart was symbolised with love, but I guess I see why now. I feel my veins sucking down every ounce of blood that comes their way, and it doesn't stop coming. The Mana in here is so dense I swear Mana Crystals could form around me naturally. I reload my clip, fire however many shots I fire towards my targets, and I reload again. Syn is constantly managing everything within my body to the maximum, the turrets inside aren't of much help anymore... the defence might help at least.

It's crazy, it's so hot in here... yet I feel so cold. Maybe it's the blood loss, but I feel tired... my head is pounding and the voices from all around me are starting to drive me crazy. You'd think the guy who had a voice in his head for so long would become used to it, but I guess that just showbiz baby.

With a Screeching authority, more shots ring against the nearest opponents... I see 5 left, including Babushka... still wading his way not halfway to me yet. The rest are close, very close... I can almost hear their breathing beyond my deaf ears, I forgot to make some gun noise things. I always wanted to try something out though, So... I started trying out a new technique.

I don't have any Mana... but Alchemy doesn't use mana, so I start moving the flowing river of blood beneath my feet into a wave, small at first... but with every wave it gets larger and larger before becoming similar to my spell... but it hurts my head to keep this going, I can't stand it much longer. The wave receded back, and my head cleared again... enough to fire a few more bullets into whoever comes close enough...

I missed only one shot, it was enough to have the enemies close in on me to only a few feet away. I take out my side arm and began to rapidly fire away bullets into the slow menaces soaked in that crimson red substance. Another Dead... 2 Left...

Executing the last target with my sidearm, all that is left is Babushka.

I'm injured, Tired... and despite having an infinite amount of bullets I feel like I'm running out. With heavy breaths, I take my rifle out once more to aim a shot at his head... without flinching he takes an entire clip without dieing, I reloaded and started pumping more and more lead into this bastard. It's pissing me off that he isn't dead yet, but if course he wouldn't...

One final shot... he falls to the ground... after a brief silence from me, I sit down and take a breather. I don't know how long that was, could of been 3 minutes or 3 hours... my sense of time was really not firing that ti-

| King Babushka is Reviving using: Universe Leaf |

| Apprasing... |

| Universe leaf: Grants the user an extra life one per day, allowing to continue fighting after first death. Does not stack with other revival items or cool down. |

FUCK YOU.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

THATS WHY YOU DON'T EVER DIE, YOU GET AN EXTRA LIFE TO DO WHATEVER YOU FUCKING WANT WANT YOU CHEATING PEICE OF SHIT.

GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU.

IM GOING TO FUCKING PISS ON YOUR CORPSE AND UPLOAD IT TO THE FORUMS YOU SACK OF SHIT.

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This is Cobalt, Coming once again to you live with another episode of the FUCK podcast. Let's see what's on the menu today.

- FUCK NON TANK DEFENCE BUILDS

I personally agree with this statement, let's see the statistics.

- 100% of All non tank defence builds are for pussies.

- 100% of All non tank Defence Players are dickheads.

- 100% of me shoving my boot up your ass if you do this.

Alright, than seems to be all from the statistics department. Now, onto the news.

Somehow, he is even more tanky. Like I was doing around 4% a shot before, now it's 0.5% - 1% per shot, and my Mana isn't coming back any time soon... ill have to fire at least 90 Bullets, I got 10 per clip now... takes about 4 seconds between shots... 6 for the reload... Gah,

54 + 360 = 414 Seconds of Firing and Reloading considering I don't accidentally fuck up. That's what, almost 7 minutes of just shooting one guy... and that's hoping nothing ridiculous happens like he starts healing or hit me with some wacky magic.

My fingers grow sore and my body grows numb, man or woman... young or old... my sights are steady, and trigger cold.

I remember that Mantra from somewhere, don't remember who said it before... but it's quite the line. I should continue working on a one liner for myself.

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